Practiced tongues Drinking the blood Since young you've been suffocating Not enough nails to kill your fucking son Not enough whips to strike is holy flesh Bathe in filth I am my own god Self righteous violence The crown of gods How does it feel when you're nailed to the cross? Agony and pleasure It's never stops I'm fucking god as he's nailed to the cross Filth Hiding in your tomb Sending your son to die for you You deserve to rot, you deserve to waste You're the fucking reason that there is hate Kill and devour Plague of a coward